I saw you and I named a
That lights with blue a woodland space,
I named a bird of the red
And a hidden fairy place.
And then I saw you not, and
Dead leaves were whirling down the mist,
And something lost was crying through -An evening of amethyst.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 70]Poem Dated: circa
Words and spelling verified JS
